A Poem : Miguel Otero Silva

I heard splashing on the boat
her bare feet
And sensed in our faces
the hungry dusk
My heart swaying between her
and the street, the road
I don’t know where I found the strength
to free myself from her eyes
to slip from her arms
She stayed, crying through rain and glass
clouded with grief and tears
She stayed, unable to cry
Wait! I will come 
Walking with you.
~ Miguel Otero Silva (1908-1985)

source : ‘The Motorcycle Diaries’ Ernesto Che Guevara